Avisos Parentales (feat. J Dose)

[Fernando Costa]
Hey, hey
Parental warnings, changing the game, postal twists
You flex with that last name, Costa Morales
Alloy of metals, the reaction for the Label
The kids run the show
When I speak, the dough rises, no one can stop me
Your brother, your cousin, your crew, I'm in a McLaren
You’re on a scooter, fuck you, damn it
This little thug's got rhythm, he's got fire
Oh, it’s cold, the bikinis have left, I don’t trust you
I’ve gotten into trouble, I got out on my own
Buddies on the run, hiding out over there
God forgive them, they’re all my little ones
Sounding dirty, just out of the mud
Don’t look at me wrong or they’ll mess up your ride
Don’t look at me right, I think you want something
An antisocial being in the crown of his tree
Nando, Nando, you came in drifting
With your ass crossed and hitting the curves
Jesus and the devil are talking
They want to argue over who gets Fernando

[J Dose]
Blunts and parks, punks with style
We’re leaving our mark, they’re thieves without gloves
Hoods and streets, scoundrels without jail
Red eyes like I’m headed to Mars
From hits and misses, smoking diamonds
Throwing it out for free, sounding in the crater
They’re the hottest kids in the showcase
Pawns throwing punches, checkmate

[Fernando Costa]
Fahrenheit degrees, stories of old-timers
I got lost in a thousand bars, measured my life in millibars
The third round’s coming, the flock’s getting distracted
Cards, minibars, hundreds in cash
Her perfume hurts me, bad luck I carry
It’s raining out there, snow’s falling
It’s winter, not summer
The kids of this era seem all vegan to me
They measure everything in grams, and they live a healthy life
Worm hummus, Givenchy hoodie
These dark circles, mama, I owe you for those
What I smoke, what I drink, what I pay, what I owe
Mondraker bike, hits of shatter
Shots of Jäger and your kid in the bathroom
Karate flow, not your Pilates flow
I’ve got extra pounds, you’re missing carats

[J Dose]
Blunts and parks, punks with style
We’re leaving our mark, they’re thieves without gloves
Hoods and streets, scoundrels without jail
Red eyes like I’m headed to Mars
From hits and misses, smoking diamonds
Throwing it out for free, sounding in the crater
They’re the hottest kids in the showcase
Pawns throwing punches, checkmate